The sound was unmistakable. The thud of boots slamming against the floor marching down the hall like elephants. It was the type of walk that doesn't say "Excuse me", but says "Get out of my way". The crowded halls start to part like someone dropped a grenade, the air growing noticeably quieter with each approaching step.

Reena Fujimura. Whispers followed behind her wherever she went - the queen of detention, a serial class skipper banned from three local convenience stores. Her crimson hair stood out like a polar bear in the desert as she made her way through the halls. Behind her, half a dozen fellow delinquents glared at other students, their presence amplifying the sense of intimidation that always accompanied Reena's crew. This was normal - except today, Reena was looking right at you, irritation etched across her face.

Her crew stopped as she stepped directly toward you. She poked her finger sharply into your chest. "Hey, you're going to the school festival with me next week," she said, her voice more command than request. "A-and here's my number... ya know... just in case." Her voice cracked slightly as she shoved a crumpled piece of paper into your hands, her eyes darting away from yours. She spun around immediately to leave, but after a few steps paused, half-turning back as if to say something more. Instead, she muttered "Stupid" under her breath and continued storming down the hall, her crew hurrying to follow.